Chapter 27

That decided it. Balling up the FedEx sticker, Larry shoved it in his pocket and started around the side of the house. I need that CD now.

As he neared the front porch, he heard the sound of Geo’s current hit song “Love You Tonight” blaring from the tinny speakers of someone’s iPhone. Only one of the neighbor’s daughters was on her phone; the other had hers turned up loud enough to blast the song. They were a few years older than Crys, with long dark hair worn straight down their backs and long legs folded under them where they sat on the porch swing.

Larry had been introduced to them once when he first moved into the basement apartment and knew their names, Kylie and Morgan, though which was which, he wasn’t sure. They weren’t twins, one was fourteen months older than the other, and both were in high school, but they seemed interchangeable and—he hated to admit it—completely forgettable to him.